David McLansky

Old Rusted Truck

He sat in his old rusting truckFeeling his age, and out of luck; To his daughter-in-lawAn impossible burden No longer allowedTo get a word in; The revolver that he gotIn the Korean warLay on the seat beside him; This knobby hillSuch a tranquil spotTo shoot himself and die in; He lit his final cigaretteAnd sucked the rich smoke downAn old man who had few regretsWith no purpose to hang around ?